"So, what should our attire be for Halloween this year?" It was already the month of October. We need to start planning now.

"Oh, lil' bat. It's too conformist to dress up." Henrietta, who resembled much like a mum to me, said.

Too conformist? This would be the first year that I could do it with friends, because I actually have some now. Sure they may not be the IDEAL friends. But they're my friends.

"Only the Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake wannabe's get decked out for Halloween." Red stated, shortly after taking his last smoke from his current cigarette. Frowning he got up and walked to Henrietta's desk to get another. "Hen, these are the mint kind. These are the kind the conformists get."

"But they're good. Try them."

Chaos started to speak. "Well, guys, this will be our lil' bat's first Halloween, his first Halloween with friends, anyway. Remember ours?" From what I heard from Red and Henrietta, they do remember, and it was a pretty good Halloween. "We'll make our Halloween not JUST about the candy and the costumes. We'll make sure lil' bat knows what Halloween is really for, and join us on our ritual to free the demons."

Free. The. Demons.

What. The. Hell.

Whatever. Let's roll with it.

"So, Henrietta, Red, and Chaos-"

"My name is not Henrietta. My name is Crimson."

"And my name isn't Red. My name is Talon. Remember that kid." Red's real name is Talon. It's gothic enough so he didn't need a Goth name. But Talon doesn't fit him as well as Red. Speaking of names, Chaos's real name is Markel, but that's too conformist.

"I'll call you Talon when Red doesn't fit you anymore." Seriously, don't dye you're hair red if you don't want people calling you Red. "So, Crimson, Talon, and Chaos, would you please accompany me on my first official Halloween?"

"Of course we will. We have to train in the ways of the Ogres."

"Yes. So, NOW, can we go over which band is better?"

"NO, CRIMSON. Bauhaus is much better than Necronomicon."

"Fighting about such trivial things is so conformist, Talon, Crimson."

While they go on fighting about which band is better, and whether to fight and not to fight, I drag mum's curtain out of the way of the window. I continue to stare out the window, and think about the love of my life so far. Ike Broflovski.

But then I remembered, looking out the window is such a conformist thing to do. So I stop.

Because you know the saying;

CONFORM TO NONCONFORMITY.